Friday, March 16, 2007

State of the Lost Union


SPOILERS for Lost season three, episodes 1-11

It’s been a controversial season for Lost. The inevitable backlash has set in, with viewers decrying the lack of forward momentum in the show’s mythology even more strongly than before, declaring that Lost has lost its way and other such puns. Some have not heard masterminds Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cuse speak of their grand plan and the jeopardy it faces from the indeterminate nature of the ongoing network TV show. The others are those skeptical of any authority behind the show’s mysteries at all. Many from both camps have abandoned the show this season, with ratings disturbingly low and no doubt affected by the ten-week break – despite being designed to placate rerun-fatigued fans - and the more immediately satisfying but arguably less provocative Heroes...

With any backlash against a long-running pop institution, it’s easy to question the audience’s attention span and commitment to seeing a vision fulfilled in the face of a gauntlet of practical obstacles. I’ll admit that I have defended Lost against such exhausted former aficionados because I feel that the show has achieved and offered so much that it needs to be cut some slack. Or perhaps I just like to continue rooting for a show I like when it becomes the underdog, despite a dip in quality.

But with the third season of Lost, even I, keeper of the faith, am a little worried. The show is still engrossing week-to-week, but concerns about redundancy and execution keep rearing their head. The contemplative pacing that has frustrated so many is finally getting to me after two seasons spent entrancing me. By announcing itself as an elaborate genre-based mystery, Lost could really only use its emphasis on characterisation and texture as an excuse for so long. Now that the investigation of these characters is becoming repetitive and imbalanced, the desire to be delivered the goods is starting to trump all other concerns. Although enriched by its diverse and often nuanced characters, Lost still has obligations to its essential nature as a thoughtful genre mystery, or at the very least to avoid inundating us with cumbersome flashbacks that we are told are true to the show’s inherent nature.

The rupturing of the cast this season after the cliffhanger finale was most notable for finally removing the Jack/Kate/Sawyer love triangle into its own separate location, turning a diverting character subplot into a paradigm that determined the show’s essential structure, albeit for only ten episodes. We were promised a rationale for the convenient extraction of the fanfic-inspiring and fairly hackneyed love triangle, but none has yet been offered. Of course, a very satisfying explanation may yet turn up, but the focus on this trio has compounded the imbalance that was gradually coming into effect over the first two seasons.

While the alternation in season three between different pods of characters – often for entire episodes – has been refreshing and attests to the elaborate structural efforts of seasons one and two, several characters are being woefully neglected, and the omission becomes almost sinful when new characters are then being introduced. Lindelof and Cuse have justified the expansion of the cast – first with season two’s now eliminated ‘Tailies’ - by citing the new frontiers that they offer for deepening and furthering Lost, with the added bonus that brand-new flashbacks can be offered. While true, the virtual abandonment of some original characters – principally Emilie de Ravin’s Claire and Naveen Andrews’s Sayid – implies that adding new names to the credits is due less to confident expansion and more to the writers being unsure of how else to use the people they have, that perhaps they did not develop these characters and their purpose within the show sufficiently at the outset.

Plus, while the addition of Emerson, Mitchell and Henry Ian Cusick’s delightful Desmond was at least organic and logical given what has come before, the purpose of Paolo (Rodrigo Santoro) and Nikki (Kiele Sanchez) better be revealed as seriously compelling or otherwise their inclusion will reek of desperation. Lindelof and Cuse have implied that these two - ostensibly survivors of the plane crash and merely unseen until now - were a response to fan inquiries about only seeing the in-crowd of the dozen principal cast members at the expense of the other thirty-odd castaways. But the woefully awkward shoehorning of these two into the narrative as if they have always been there confirms that they should have left well enough alone, particularly since they have barely featured in the eleven episodes broadcast so far. I want to believe that there is a grand design behind Nikki and Paolo and that the neglect of Claire and Sayid has been worth it. TV Guide’s very in-touch Michael Ausiello – similarly frustrated with the newbies – has learned that episode fourteen will feature their flashback, which precipitates a huge change that will have watercoolers buzzing etc etc, and that deceased characters Shannon, Boone, Ethan, and dynamited schoolteacher Arntz will inexplicably appear in the flashback scenes. We’ve heard this talk before, but perhaps Nikki and Paolo do indeed tie in to the story in a significant way. Fingers crossed.

Regardless, episode eleven was a small step in the right direction when it returned Sayid to the spotlight, and this week’s episode is a Claire flashback. However, their sudden return to the narrative only draws attention to their regular absence, as if the writers are content to ignore them until their flashbacks finally roll around. The best ensemble dramas, such as Deadwood (except for season 3) and especially The Wire, manage to keep their characters in play constantly. Although a formidable juggling challenge, it needs to be met if a show insists on having a massive cast. In contrast to these shows, I’d wager that Claire has appeared in less than half a dozen Lost scenes this season, which makes the enormous focus on Jack, Kate and Sawyer even more aggravating.

The fixation with this triangle of beautiful people has become painfully obvious, because although they are among the show’s most interesting characters, they can be overused, particularly Sawyer. Even after placing him centre stage for eight episodes, the writers still had to insert him into nearly every subsequent B-story, as if he were some good luck charm against wavering audience interest. After this season-long imbalance, episode eleven, “Enter 77”, reminded us that the show’s secret weapon has been patiently waiting in the wings: Naveen Andrews’s Sayid. The final scene of his flashback was the single most affecting scene of the season, a slap in the face to those of us who had forgotten that these flashbacks were once able to elicit such profound pathos, a trait now eliminated by the format’s growing redundancy. As much as I enjoy the Jack character and admire the surprisingly versatile and powerful Matthew Fox, his woeful tattoo flashback was Lost’s nadir and cemented the errors of balance that the show has been perpetrating, as if the character has hit some kind of critical mass when he need not have. Lost appears to have painted itself into a corner by establishing flashbacks as a weekly staple rather than an intermittent feature. No show on TV at present has become so saddled by a superficial convention.

But far more has been made of Lost’s plotting this season than its characterisation, and I won’t deny that there are problems. Much has been made of Heroes’s rapid narrative and the efficient resolutions to its mysteries. This is all true, but that show utterly lacks the texture and contemplation of Lost. I am sorely tempted to charge that Heroes is Lost for those with short attention spans, but that would vastly oversimplify Heroes’s appeal and Lost’s dilemma. I do feel though that Heroes is instantly satisfying rather than casting a lingering spell, much like 24. However, as much as texture has tipped Lost from standard TV genre fare into something greater, the writers have, at last, been leaning too hard on detail and some ultimately superfluous drama (Sawyer’s prison stint, Kate’s dull husband – sorry Fillion) to prolong the overarching story. When the show has gotten action-packed this season, it was usually a cat-and-mouse game of abduction, interrogation, hostages, and escape that did not progress the narrative much, replete with the stereotypical hard-nosed bad guy in Pickett (Michael Bowen). While Lost should absolutely not be pure, undiluted ‘mythology’ and we should not expect answers or progress at predictable intervals, the word ‘stalling’ can’t help but finally come to mind (‘finally’ for me at least. Others have accused it of that since season one’s hatch-tease conclusion). To cap it all, since the texture has been less insightful and effective, the whole endeavour has been a little iffy this season.

But the season has provided some gems that delivered both meaty character work and an active consideration of the show’s core questions, narratively and philosophically. Despite these lengthy criticisms, Lost is far from a ---- cause (I couldn’t bring myself to complete that phrase). Desmond’s time-travelling flashback (if that’s what it was) deftly played on the show’s standard structure, and the jewellery-store owner (Fionula Flanagan) being aware of what Desmond is experiencing makes that mini-saga very beguiling indeed. But the episode embodies one of the principal complaints about the show by setting up an elaborate and fascinating scenario and giving virtually no clue as to its cause, essentially putting it in dry dock until the writers drag it out again. Lindelof has hinted that this episode works toward the ‘game-changer’ coming later this season, so it is clearly not meant to be redundant, but it merely aggravates fans further rather than placating them.

If the upcoming game-changer is as significant as we’re led to believe, it could serve as the ultimate test of Lost’s ability to deliver as a piece of popular culture, and that’s not just on the level of ‘will they give us answers?’, a simplified complaint that while often justified fails to account for the show’s clearly ambitious nature. If the game-changer allows us to look back on this season and understand its excesses, if it points clearly toward a grand design and the downhill journey that Lindelof and Cuse insist that they are now on, then there is hope for Lost. But if this season ends with a vast miasma of not only mythology questions, but questions about the show’s integrity and vision, then Lost’s legacy will be abundantly clear. It feels terrible to be so cold about a show that I still dearly love and still has such promise, but it’s the truth of the matter. At some point in a story designed for a handful of seasons – even if not an exact number - patience becomes gullibility and the money needs to be where the mouth is. But we’re only halfway through the season. We need to be hopeful, although that may just make us more pissed off in the end.

Say what?!

Cate Blanchett has signed to play the female lead in Indiana Jones 4.

Now that's a hell of a catch, but I'm gobsmacked as to why the continuously in-demand Blanchett would choose the resuscitation of a twenty-year old franchise as her next movie. As much as I enjoy the Indy flicks, I'll be questioning the wisdom of a new installment with a 60-something Harrison Ford until the day of release. That, of course, has become a cliched criticism ever since the film was seriously mooted a few years ago, but it's a valid concern. Do Ford, Spielberg, and Lucas have blinkers on about the viability of this? Are they clouded by their understandable love for a really enjoyable set of movies? And being such a creature of the 80s, does Indy fit in to the modern world?

I'm skeptical, but would love to be proved wrong. And as puzzling as it is, Blanchett signing on suggests that this may end up being a pretty classy project after all. As soon as I heard this news I couldn't help recalling her flamboyant performance as Katherine Hepburn in The Aviator, and if she goes for that tone I think she'll fit right in.

[I am so chuffed with that picture. Just perfect for this news. Gotta love Google Image Search.]

Saturday, March 10, 2007

More news I deem interesting

Below the cut/jump, there's news and thoughts on the latest addition to The Dark Knight, the nature of the JJ Abrams's Star Trek movie, Joe Carnahan's bad fortune, JMS getting a damn good director, and the first 'look' at Zack Snyder's Watchmen.

- Maggie Gyllenhaal has joined The Dark Knight, replacing Katie Holmes as assistant district attorney Rachel Dawes. For a superhero sequel, this lineup is becoming pretty remarkable: Heath Ledger, Aaron Eckhart, and now Gyllenhaal, in addition to Christian Bale, Michael Caine, Gary Oldman, and Morgan Freeman.

But it's doubly amazing that they managed to get the much in-demand and more highly regarded Gyllenhaal to take Katie Holmes's leftovers. Plus, the role as written wasn't very deep to begin with - perhaps it's been enhanced for the sequel, especially since her new boss is Eckhart's Harvey Dent, who will become crucial when he transforms into Two-Face in either this film or the potential third. Regardless, we have traded up enormously here - there's not a weak link in this cast, and the role of detective Renee Montoya (yay!) could add yet another big name.

As for Holmes's departure, it's been fun reading the suspected reasons: that she was fired because she and Tom Cruise are maniacal crackpots who are impossible to deal with; that Cruise is unable to handle seeing his wife in romantic scenes with another man, hence her next film is a lame female buddy comedy with no love story; that she wasn't permitted to spend the time overseas and thus away from her family. I loathe celebrity gossip, but even to me the Cruise family's self-destructive fall from grace has been perversely compelling to observe.

- screenwriters Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman have confirmed to MTV that their JJ Abrams-directed Star Trek film will be a Galactica-style re-imagining of the franchise rather than a prequel. There will be cries of heresy, but if you're doing Kirk and Spock in continuity, all your credibility vanishes when the 1960s Enterprise bridge shows up on screen. For whatever reason, they’ve opted to revisit these characters, so rebooting is a necessary move.

I adored Trek in its prime and still do in principle, but won't waste an iota of energy worrying about this project. There are many, many hours of great Star Trek TV and movies already out there, and this new film won't change that. Frankly, I'll be fascinated to see the core Trek ideas dressed up in fancy new clothing, hopefully with the dose of freshness and modernity that Enterprise promised but so massively lacked (a schmaltzy theme song and more sexy time does not a franchise invigoration make)

However, finding a design and filming style for a 21st century spaceship-bound story that is different from Galactica will be a challenge. Damn, there are a lot of variables in play with this one. Regardless, it's out on Christmas Day, 2008.

Orci and Kurtzman also confirm that the film's title will be simply Star Trek, the simplest moniker of all that wasn’t even used for the first film. A lot about the project's intentions can be found right there in that title. Plus, they say that this will be the most action-oriented Star Trek film of all - careful there guys, don't go overboard and miss the point.

[I would link you to the MTV site, but since it's a cumbersome Flash monstrosity I saved you the bother and sent you to IGN.]

- poor Joe Carnahan. He can't catch a break. Between Narc and this year's Smokin' Aces he endured five years of movies that couldn't get off the ground. Finally back on solid ground, he suddenly has Reese Witherspoon pulling out of Bunny Lake is Missing five weeks before production begins. This will inevitably cause a delay that may affect the start date of the George Clooney-starring James Ellroy adaptation White Jazz.

For further salt, the inexplicably in-development direct L.A. Confidential sequel screws with White Jazz, one of Ellroy’s tangential sequels to his L.A. Confidential novel, as Carnahan is now forced to remove the character of Ed Exley, played by Guy Pearce in the original film. And while Carnahan is plugging along with a genuine, artistically distinct, non-cash-in follow-up to L.A Confidential, along comes a movie sequel not even based on an Ellroy novel, and apparently they are trying to lure Pearce and Russell Crowe back. Good luck.

Confused? Imagine how the unlucky Mr. Carnahan feels. Thanks to CHUD for the Bunny Lake story and IGN for the Ellroy-related issues as explained on Carnahan's blog.

- Babylon 5 creator J. Michael Straczynski is coming up in the world after twenty-five years in the TV trenches. He has reported that since selling his original screenplay The Changeling to Ron Howard’s Imagine Entertainment, he's been fielding a lot of offers. One was recently revealed: Straczynski will be adapting Max Brooks's zombie war 'history' World War Z for Brad Pitt's company. But today the cherry on top was announced: The Changeling will be directed by Clint Eastwood, with Angelina Jolie in talks to star. Not bad at all for the B5 guy.

I'd be much more revved if I hadn't become cynical about JMS's self-indulgent writing style in recent years, but I'm still fond enough of the guy's work and stories to be happy for him for coming up in the world.

The Changeling is based on bizarrely true events in the 1920s, and follows "a woman whose son is abducted but retrieved; she suspects, however, that the returned child is not her kid. The woman must then confront corruption in the LAPD." Not sure how those two can be linked, but all will obviously be revealed.

And damn, Eastwood is really churning them out. Filming is set for the end of the year.

- it’s nearly Easter, so an egg hunt is natural. The uncut 300 trailer from last year’s Comicon has emerged online, and fans have inexplicably found a single frame of a live-action Rorschach from Watchmen, Zack Snyder’s next film. Filming hasn’t begun and there’s no cast yet, so this could only be a test shot or a hoax.

It’s a cool little shot, and Harry at AICN confirms that it is indeed part of test footage that Snyder has shot during pre-production and slipped into this trailer for fun. He has a high-res version of the image courtesy of Snyder. I’m sure that the final Rorschach will look better than this, a little dirtier and less fuzzy, but it’s the first glimpse of its kind into an alternate reality where a Watchmen film actually might get made. However, Paul Greengrass got to this stage too, shooting pre-vis and finalising costumes before Paramount shut down the project, so it’s still touch and go.

300’s performance this weekend should prove to the studio whether they should have faith in the project. We should know by the end of the year, without a shadow of a doubt, whether that reality will be ours.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

News I deem interesting

- Zack Snyder has a new film set up to follow 300 and Watchmen, his first original script. Called Sucker Punch, he describes it as "Alice in Wonderland with machine guns". Nuff bloody said.

- old news, but cool nonetheless. Anna Paquin has signed as the lead in Alan Ball's vampire series True Blood for HBO. Although based on a series of books of questionable quality, Ball + HBO + vampires + Paquin is strange and tantalising indeed.

Looks to be a good year for HBO, with the final run of The Sopranos in April (I hope like hell that it recovers its momentum), David Milch's new show John from Cincinatti (cannot wait) and season 2 of Big Love (the first was nice, hopefully the second will be worth the visit), both in June, True Blood at the end of the year, and the 7-hour mini-series John Adams about the second US president starring Paul Giamatti (yay!) and Laura Linney. 

- talking of the Horrendous Body Odour network, Martin Scorsese and Mark Wahlberg are teaming up to produce a show about the construction of Atlantic City. Scorsese and HBO - marvellous. Doesn't say whether it's a mini or an ongoing - either way it's good.

- I was amazed to read that Zach Braff stands to recieve a $350K per episode pay day if Scrubs is renewed for a seventh season. Not bad for someone who was a complete nobody when the series started who stars in a perennial underdog comedy who's one of the funniest looking romantic leads on TV.  Don't get me wrong, I love Scrubs, but this is remarkable to me.

- a newspaper article on "Maelstrom" reveals that Katee Sackhoff is only 26!! Cue massive inferiority complex about achievements thus far in life.

- holy crap. I was just wondering if Carrie-Anne Moss would be forced to turn to television this morning while watching the trailer for her film Snow Cake, and lo and behold, while looking for the Paquin article on Coming Soon I find that she's signed for Guy Ritchie's pilot Suspect. Creepy.

- Devin Faraci interviews Zack Snyder on 300 and Watchmen. For the record, here is my ideal Watchmen cast, as best as I can summon one:

Nite-Owl - Philip Seymour Hoffman
Silk Spectre - Julianne Moore
Ozymandias - Clive Owen?? (this is a tough one)
Rorschach - John C. McGinley(Dr Cox from Scrubs) or Sam Rockwell
The Comedian - Ian McShane (although it's so close to Al Swearengen in temperament that I bet he'll never do it)
Dr. Manhattan - who the hell knows

- and finally, TV Guide's inimitable Matt Roush has seen the final three episodes of Battlestar Galactica's third season, and reacts thusly:

"I guarantee nobody will be able to predict the twists in the March 25 season finale, which will make you question everything you thought you knew about nearly everyone and everything. My jaw is still smarting from gaping in astonished disbelief.

The wait between seasons is going to be excruciating."

That sounds like a bit of all right.

Battlestar Galactica - Maelstrom


MASSIVE SPOILERS for episode 17 of Battlestar Galactica’s third season, “Maelstrom”. Seriously, the pivotal two-word spoiler lies beyond this cut, and it's going to cause an uproar.

Okay, so not as game-changing as I made out to be. But now that I re-read the scuttlebutt from Ron Moore and David Eick, they suggest that “Maelstrom” only kicks off the changes of the final three episodes. Oops… Oh Don Piano, indeed. Still, there’s a fairly big character change.

Starbuck’s death is an odd one. The entire episode is devoted to her fragile state, as she begins to hallucinate a Cylon raider, dreams of Leoben and the ancient symbol from the Eye of Jupiter temple that she has painted since childhood, and flashes back in the final act to her abusive and tormented mother. There’s no discernible plot to speak of, and for all of Leoben’s talk since season one of her destiny, we still get virtually no clue as to what it is. Given Starbuck’s indisputable physical death (her Viper implodes), these mythology questions appear to have been raised and left unanswered once again. I foresee two possibilities.

First, Katee Sackhoff wanted to leave and this scuppered the writers’ plans for her arc. Not wanting to ignore the groundwork they have laid, they tie it into her demise in a fashion that implies an apotheosis of some kind.

However, Moore and Eick insist that her death (although not revealed at the time of the interview, of course) precipitates a drastic change in direction for the show. As central as Starbuck is to the ensemble, Sackhoff’s departure would not necessitate a course correction for the mythology, unlike say, James Callis’s Baltar. Which brings me to the second possibility: that Starbuck’s destiny has not yet been achieved, and that she will be back, looking like Sackhoff or otherwise.

Here’s my theory, which just came to me and I want to preserve here for prosperity. Unlike many other engaged TV viewers, I very rarely speculate about a show’s direction or the answers to its mysteries, either because I like to be swept along and surprised or because I have no creativity – one of the two. But I have something this time:

I don’t think that Starbuck is a Cylon. I think that this far into the show’s run, revealing any cast member as being one is going to be difficult to swallow, but Starbuck seems like a particularly big leap. But I do wonder whether she is somehow going to be reborn via the Cylons, perhaps as a Cylon-human hybrid ala Hera, and that her destiny is to bridge the gap between the two races (although where that would leave Hera, allegedly central to Galactica’s core questions, is unknown). How this eventuality can have its roots in Kara’s childhood - her mother’s insistence that she is ‘special’ and her painting the eye-like symbol - is an open question, but it’s not inconceivable that something done to her on the Caprican ‘farm’ or during her abduction on New Caprica has prepared her for downloading. After all, the Leoben we see guiding her through her flashback in this episode said that he would show her the majesty between life and death, or words to that effect.

I dunno, we’ll see. But Starbuck, Cylon-human hybrid… watch this space.

Nicely acted and written episode though, with Sackhoff going out (if she is) on a high with some meaty if well-worn material about her dominating, massively insecure mother. There was a very poignant scene between Starbuck and Apollo that almost made up for the quadrangle tripe earlier this season, and Adama’s final grief-stricken gesture is powerful, one of the only moments that we’ve seen this stalwart character enraged. Plus, Callum Keith Rennie shines as Leoben once again. This guy can deliver lines like nobody’s business, giving every sentence a creepy grandeur. He’s been a great recurring fixture since the series began, and I hope we saw more of him as this storyline continues, whatever it turns out to be.

If this is the end for Starbuck though, plenty will be pissed off, especially since the headstrong Kara Thrace essentially commits suicide. Even the immensely minor Kat, with her inexplicable special episode earlier this season, had a heroic death. I’m of two minds though. On one hand, I’ve never had the immense adoration for the character that so many have. I’ve respected the creation of a strong female character that eschewed the butt-kicking conventions that have become cliché in recent years, and Sackhoff has been a consistently great performer. But she seems to have existed on the periphery of the show’s central myths and meanings and consequently I won’t miss her as much as I would other characters (Roslin, Baltar, Adama). On the other hand, I’m a little unsure about what Galactica will be without her. Will her absence be more keenly felt than I suspect in terms of the show’s essential makeup? We’ll have to find out. Or perhaps we won’t…

Monday, March 05, 2007

Letters from Iwo Jima

The grand irony of Clint Eastwood’s commendable project to portray the Battle of Iwo Jima from both the American and Japanese perspective is that Letters from Iwo Jima - the lower-budgeted, less commercially viable, and later conceived film - is significantly better than the ‘primary’ picture, Flags of our Fathers. The requisite lack of spectacle (due to a $15 million budget compared to Flags $60 million) has resulted in a more subtle and intelligent film. Everything about Letters from Iwo Jima, from structure to acting, is low-key in comparison, and the payoff is vast.

Sensibly, Letters is not merely Flags retold with a Japanese cast. Eastwood has decided against such a clinical mirror-image, so the central trio of Flags is nowhere to be found, the cumbersome time-jumping narrative is largely avoided, and the most statuesque character – Ken Watanabe’s General Kurybiashi – has no prominent counterpart in Flags. Although this helps to establish Letters as a film in its own right, the changes are actually repairs of Flags’s flaws. That film incorporated a recurring framing device, plus the soldiers at home, plus their memories of the battle, all self-destructively intermingled. Letters’s narrative is comparatively linear, merely top-and-tailed by Japanese historians excavating on the island and occasionally flashes back to the character’s pre-war lives in some very effective self-contained vignettes. The battle itself is the dominant story, enabling us to deepen our attachment to these characters so that the despairing climax is poignant and engrossing.

The two central characters are Watanabe’s practical general, who prohibits the suicide his officers often rapidly seek and thus incurs their disdain, and Kazunari Ninomiya’s young baker Saigo, drafted into service and angry about the price of protecting sacred soil. Although one could question the bias involved in having the two principals scorning embedded Japanese attitudes, their decisions at the climax and our response to their actions reveal something more complex. Watanabe is characteristically excellent, but Ninomiya is quite a find as Saigo. In him we have the endearing and accessible protagonist that Flags lacked, trapped by Ryan Phillippe’s lack of emoting and Adam Beach’s over-emoting. There are a number of additional interesting characters, including Shimizu (Ryo Kase), a disgraced military policeman, and compassionate Olympic athlete turned officer Nishi (Tsuyoshi Ihara). Nishi features in a key scene that sums up the entire project’s goals, when he captures an American soldier and orders him to be treated so that his men can finally meet the enemy. Upon the young man’s death, he reads them a letter from his mother, and the men contemplate that their foes hold dear the same values that they do.

Subplots like this can make the narrative a little episodic and prone to fits and starts, but there are so many powerful scenes that build to a resonant climax that it’s easily forgiven. Not to pick on Flags, but it so rarely offered such moments, except when Phillippe’s character finds a captured friend, now dead. We never see the possibly mutilated deceased, only Phillippe’s shadowed face. In Letters too, Eastwood doesn’t shy away from violence, implied or otherwise, particularly in one of the most harrowing scenes of the year, when a group of soldiers commit suicide with hand grenades one after another, after another, after another as the camera pans across them. While far less is shown than it could have been, the idea and glimpses converge for the raw truth about the Japanese conception of a noble death.

Despite such blunt force, there are moments of quiet beauty too. The eponymous letters are often spoken over happy moments back home, and the gentle joy actually reminded me of the films of Hayao Miyazaki (although such a kneejerk comparison may mean I need to see more Japanese cinema). Regardless, Eastwood has admirably captured a Japanese ethos in this film, particularly with the score, which immerses us in some gorgeous moments. He also doesn’t flinch from casting the American soldiers in a poor light, just as our glimpses of the Japanese in Flags are similarly horrific. In a desperate battle, the brutal is what will likely be seen in your enemy. Eastwood seeks to make this sad fact clear and to demonstrate that it is this unavoidable obstruction that causes warring cultures to descend further into oblivious conflict. For a right-winger, Eastwood has made a remarkably compassionate film here. It’s more than likely that of the two, Letters will be the one remembered, because Eastwood’s ultimate goal with the Iwo Jima endeavour can be found here alone if need be.

Battlestar Galactica Diary


After a month overseas, I’ve been playing catch-up with Battlestar Galactica, especially since the much-touted, game-changing episode “Maelstrom” is airing this Sunday, kicking off a five episode arc to conclude the season. So here’s some thoughts on the four episodes I’ve missed, and they’ll be followed soon by a Lost catch-up after my viewing buddy comes over tonight.

SPOILERS for season 3, episodes 13-16: Taking A Break From All Your Worries, The Woman King, A Day in the Life, and Dirty Hands.

Taking A Break From All Your Worries

It’s been a wildly uneven season for Galactica thus far, and this episode encapsulated everything that’s still great about the show and everything that’s wrong. The Baltar interrogation storyline was vintage Galactica, intense and provocative. However, I cannot convey how tedious I find this Starbuck/Apollo soap opera. I’m all for relationship sagas, but their story has so little depth and nuance that it jars horribly with the show’s more subtle characterisations. If the consummation of their long dance around each other had been restricted to the flashback episode earlier this season, it would have packed a punch. That was a strong episode that took them to a place the show had been itching to visit yet explained how it couldn’t continue, yet I was crestfallen to see the two pashing in secret two episodes later. Their spouses, Dualla and Anders, could make the quadrangle more interesting, but alas, their reasons for tolerating the unspoken betrayals have never been satisfactorily elucidated. Galactica has almost always managed to weave relationships seamlessly into its broader mythology and thematic tapestry, but this one has stuck out like a sore thumb. Perhaps later events will redeem all the attention it’s received, but I suspect that this was still a case where less would be more.

Thankfully, James Callis and Baltar more than compensate, as he is interrogated for information about the Cylons’ plans. But we know he knows nothing, so the drug-induced delusion he is eventually put under yields further probing of Baltar’s self-preserving, victimised psyche rather than vital intelligence, except this time, Adama and Roslin finally learn what Baltar has been experiencing from the start of the show. Whether they give a crap isn’t really clarified.

Edward James Olmos directs these scenes with a great eye, employing water tanks, extreme close-ups, and various other claustrophobic techniques to help us empathise with Baltar’s paranoia. James Callis deserves massive kudos for his performance this season, and this episode is the highlight. If anyone in the cast deserves an Emmy (as criminally unlikely as the academy rewarding this show is), it’s Callis. Baltar’s furious conviction in his own lack of culpability is breathtaking to behold.

However, what the hell were Adama and the bloody President doing interrogating Baltar personally?! This was so wildly implausible that it initially took me out of the episode. While it’s very satisfying to see McDonnell and Olmos confronting Callis after so much build-up, it should have been reserved for one-on-ones rather than shoehorning them into intelligence gathering. And sadly, the two leaders seem to hold back their emotions when it comes to Baltar, maintaining control throughout. This may be deliberate in order to convey their utter disdain for him, but it’s not very satisfying, as Baltar’s crimes should be eliciting more from Adama than clinical strategising. Conversely, Gaeta’s reaction is extreme and out-of-character. The Galactica crew consistently take the law into their own hands, and for once it would have been nice if words had carried the drama throughout.

But still, it’s an episode with great moments that lays some groundwork for the immediate future.

The Woman King

Oh lordy. A lot of people shit on season 2’s “Black Market”, but this officially marks the worst episode of the series to date, which is a shame since it showcases the underused Helo (Tahmoh Penikett). Despite the intricate world of the fleet that the show has constructed, Galactica is finding it very difficult these days to tell stand-alone stories. The core episodes, such as the New Caprica arc that opened the season, have raised such a high bar and are so resolutely non-formulaic that problem-of-the-week episodes should be beyond these writers. Because Galactica has always been such an organically plotted series, the need to introduce hitherto unseen guest characters and fleet problems is almost unavoidably awkward.

In "The Woman King", Bruce Davison plays a civilian doctor that we’ve never heard of before and the Sagittaron colony is established out of nowhere as so religiously fundamentalist that they reject all medical treatment. As Helo tries to manage the refugees now staying aboard Galactica, the story becomes a killer doctor tale where Davison is revealed as a racist murderer seeking to eliminate the pesky Sagittarons and free up the medicine. Yes, in a season with the carefully judged, plot-device free New Caprica stories, it’s come to this.

The episode is trying to make a point about whether inconvenient traditions should be respected in desperate times, but the Saggitarons are so implausibly backward and the doctor’s solution so extreme that any wit the discussion may have had is thrown out of the window. Plus, the resolution is far too stilted, with Helo vindicated purely because Doc Cottle was tired before and didn’t bother to do as he asked. The disbelieving characters then support Helo far too openly and readily – even the stubborn Tigh, who, of course, naturally considers the guest star of the week an old friend, thus Helo had even more to fight through…

It may he ham-fisted, but it’s not all bad. We get some long overdue insight into Helo, and Penikett clearly relishes the opportunity. Things get a little meta when Helo suggests that people see him solely as the Cylon’s husband, which is indeed what he’s been lately. This episode goes a little way to pushing past that, especially as we see he and Sharon fight for the first time since getting together, adding a nice dose of realism to their quite idyllic bond. Hopefully he continues to get something to do.

A Day in the Life

This one screams ‘missed opportunity’. Adama recalling his failed marriage could have been a superb character piece and a tour-de-force for Olmos, but it never comes close. Adama’s issues and anxieties are just laid out for us by his wife in a series of pseudo-flashbacks where she essentially voices what he cannot. We’re not able to infer anything, particularly because Olmos chooses to play this so low-key, partly because he’s preoccupied with the B-story.

Due to a cock-up sparked by Galactica’s rough shape since the battle above New Caprica, Cally and Chief Tyrol are trapped in a sealed room with a tiny hull breach, and the crew must rescue them by venting them into space and catching them with a raptor. Like all the couples on the show, these guys have been having problems, with the Chief reverting to his unmarried, pre-New Caprica self too much for Cally’s liking; she feels that she and their baby are being neglected. Cue a tie-in to Adama’s own regrets about not being there for his kids, the Chief realising what he’s been missing due to near-death experience, blah blah. Galactica seems to have lost so much of the subtlety that was its hallmark, at least temporarily. Even the dialogue seems weak these days – what’s going on?

It does conclude with a great scene between Olmos and McDonnell where they very gently imply their attraction and perhaps even love for each other, but that their responsibilities prohibit them from acting on it, despite the evening they spent together on New Caprica. Although we saw nothing happen besides an intimate conversation, it now occurs to me that this episode too doesn’t rule out the possibility that perhaps they did embrace the change that the new planet offered. Hmmm…. Anyway, it’s a great little scene and a long-awaited one. These two actors are class acts and they deserve Emmys, blah blah, not gonna happen etc etc.

Well, I have one more stand-alone before “Maelstrom”, and perhaps that headlong plunge into the core story again (if I interpret the buzz correctly) will restore the show to fighting fitness again. Looking at these episodes though, I must say that the shorter, 13-episode order for next season is looking very promising. As great as seasons two and part of three have been, they never matched the taut efficiency of the first.

Dirty Hands

Now this is more like it. Only two episodes after its worst stand-alone episode yet, Galactica delivers one of its best. Eschewing plot devices and stock storylines for a terrific political exploration of the practical ramifications of the ‘rag-tag fleet’, “Dirty Hands” is smart and thought-provoking. What a relief.

The refinery ship that produces the fleet’s fuel has demanded better working conditions, so Chief Tyrol is sent to try and assess the problem. Some workers are being spurred to action by chapters of a book that Baltar is writing from prison, smuggled out and proclaiming the class disparity in the fleet, calling for action. Once he understands the infringements that are taking place, the Chief instigates a fleet-wide workers’ strike.

Like “The Woman King”, “Dirty Hands” asks what measures should be taken in wartime to ensure stability and survival, one of Galactica’s frequent preoccupations and a natural outgrowth of its apocalyptic premise. But instead of a corny killer doctor and a wholly disbelieving majority, more realistic plotting and motivations can be found. Plus, it’s gloriously textured. One tremendous scene features Tyrol asking the imprisoned Baltar what he hopes to achieve, and while his conviction in his newfound revolutionary beliefs is still in question, his arguments about the divisions within the fleet are canny and unnerving, as if we as viewers have been putting up with the subjugation by happily following the exploits of Our Heroes. And Baltar and Roslin face off again as she orders him searched for pages from his book. In a season where certain characters have been sidelined or saddled with poor storylines, Callis has emerged as the crown jewel of the show. Sure, he has the meatiest material on the page, but he’s delivering it amazingly.

The downside to “Dirty Hands” is that in the script’s quest for moral relativism, Adama and Roslin are portrayed as far more extreme than we have come to expect. Although this can be justified by the central problem of the story – the desperate need for a functioning fleet – watching Roslin coldly reject the Chief’s concerns and, worst of all, Adama threatening to shoot Cally for mutiny if the strike is not averted, doesn’t ring true, even in their trying times. Sure, it all comes good at the end, but the balance is sadly not maintained, perhaps due to a desire for a tense climax.

Nonetheless, this is the kind of insight and timely subject matter that Galactica has drawn praise for yet has been largely absent since New Caprica. I’m now much more confident as we head into the final stretch. Bring on “Maelstrom”…

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Friday Night Lights - Pilot

It’s a show about high school American football in small-town Texas. I cannot stand sport. And yet Friday Night Lights is indisputably one of the best shows on television.

I’ve just watched the pilot episode and am seriously impressed at the understatement and discernment on display. I’ve heard a lot about this low-rating but highly acclaimed show since its premiere last October. It’s the small-screen incarnation of the eponymous book that spawned the 2004 film with Billy Bob Thornton, and has been receiving raves for its critique of the role of sport in American culture and for intelligently addressing any number of social and family issues with a probing insight rare for network television.

The pilot can be a little dry and clearly needs some time to settle in and start packing an emotional punch, but its unassuming characterisation, natural dialogue, and dedication to realism mark this as an important show. In a TV drama landscape dominated by police procedurals, any show that breaks that mould and doesn’t feed us formulaic plotting and painfully obvious lines is one to keep an eye on. Plus, even though it’s about football, this is a show that anyone can draw something from. Speaking as someone utterly apathetic about playing or watching sport and who is openly critical of its prominence in Western society and our reverence of it, hopefully this generalising pronouncement actually means something.

The opening sequence immediately marks Friday Night Lights as a subtle and provocative enterprise. We are not expected to be adulatory of sport overall, let alone the high school leagues that provoke an astonishing passion in local communities. The quarterback is a hero, but we are meant to see this via the town’s unconditional respect for him, not because of a stereotype that we must subscribe to. Citizens on local radio and in person harangue the new coach (Kyle Chandler, showing great and promising restraint in the lead) with political intensity, believing him to be incapable of leading their beloved team to victory. And a dichotomy is already apparent between the socially accepted sports stars and those who question their Olympian status, such as, interestingly, the coach’s daughter (Aimee Teegarden). Yet the players themselves are divided too and exhibit nuance and complexity from the start; we sense that they may be tormented or altered by the expectations thrust upon them. We watch well-mannered and apparently decent star quarterback Jason Street (Scott Porter) being accosted by the mayor, who insists that he play meanly and viciously. The scene upends our preconceptions when the nice female mayor's praise of his affable qualities gives way to blunt criticism that these are weaknesses on the field that could cost them success. Dillon is evidently a town that finds its self-esteem in its renowned team, and the series will undoubtedly delve deeper into this destructive and fascinating community crisis of identity and purpose.

Friday Night Lights has been blessed with massive praise, with TV Guide’s reliable Matt Roush even comparing it to The Wire in its analysis of how a community functions (or doesn’t). While it’s too early for me to make such a call – and it would be a miracle if the confines of network television could ever yield a gem like that – Friday Night Lights’s texture and grace, of a kind rarely seen outside HBO, point to great things to come. Thankfully, the prestige that the show has brought NBC has secured FNL a full season, and a second has not been ruled out by commentators. Sure, I've only seen one episode, and Studio 60 managed to plummet from a stellar pilot into a miasma of failed potential, but the continuing applause for FNL 18 episodes in gives me hope. I can’t wait to see what it digs into.